Topping off the Mustang’s gas tank before heading out to dodge the 345,823,574 bikers in town for Bike Week: about $60 less than topping off the truck.
After sitting light-linen-clad, sensitive body part on sunbaked, black vinyl seat, the cost of getting short kid to stop screaming “Mama burned her peepee!” in parking lot: Happy Meal for lunch.
Finding one of those antique floor vents that blasts central AC in an upward direction: priceless.
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:lmao:
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Enjoy cruising in the ‘stang, even at the price. (yowza!)
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I agree with Bryan.
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I’m kind of half laughing, half hopping from one foot to the other going… ooooowwwwww…… :lmao: